i smell the curtains
"oofff.. no we r not taking these"
"is there anything we r taking?"
Death, he take me whole
am moving to his beguiling mansion
sure, u can take abt rebirth now
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i smell the curtains
"oofff.. no we r not taking these"
"is there anything we r taking?"
Death, he take me whole
am moving to his beguiling mansion
sure, u can take abt rebirth now
Hehe. Thanks, rocksea. ;) :D (Oh, but by the way, in this thread we're trying to stay with syllables of 5-7-5-7-7 for our poems.)
Sink into the dark
soft whiteness of a cool bed
stiff joints come undone.
Not the sun's dawn, but the moon,
Refreshes my dying soul.
TOPIC -- faking confidence
woohh!! got it!! thanxalott emily.. :) did i get it proper here?
the wind southerly
i stand along the footpath
grin, a cyclist
kernel of life opening by
i have to do, i will do
now what?
ya it is the next topic..:D
Perfect. :D I like it, rocksea.
I came here for you,
Standing before the abyss
Will you catch me if...?
I ran here with my eyes closed
You alone know what comes next
TOPIC -- Being lost.
you already got lost. shud be saved!! ;)
hanging some wet clothes
i sing an old song awhile
went down memory lane
a wind lost its way back home
wet my soul, dry all the clothes
see, the wind got lost but u r saved :D
topic : i want to know what someone will do with a tissue paper
LoL Oh great, a real easy one then. :p Hmm...
Picking up pieces
of hard and slippery rind
Pavement splashed with wax
A light rain falls, white streamers
hang soggy on dead branches
TOPIC -- eggs
Rotten and crum'bly
The nasty boiled egg smells.
And makes me vomit.
My mother always makes eggs,
But thats why she is a ****.
I gave up on that one.
Bone Surgery
i read somewhere that in tanka, each line is stand alone, makes sense of its own but together they flow into one.. is it? feels that will be cute if we cud,,
i am not going
a heart gift-wrapped lie here
my girl’s birthday bash
pulled out his rib for her
an apple for a precious bone
topic : ancestor
My mind holds the brush
The darkness is my canvas....
I... am history.
I am like those before me...
My mind the the devil's playground.
That^^^ was my first personal experience kind of poem. Actually more personal than I have ever been. I tried to make each line stand alone, but it is really ha.rd
How about innocence lost, and again, run with it.
That's a good point, Rocksea. I had heard that before, but I forgot. Thanks :)
And RH, that was beautiful! Why haven't you written poetry before? It's about darn time! :D
In Stealing Beauty
The girl in her wisdom seeks
The perfect time to
Unburden herself of her
Pristine stifling innocence
Topic: Journeying
Hehe :D I still haven't seen that movie.
The unreachable
There, just beyond my view
I know it must be
My gaze fixed, I'm still going
Don't look back. Don't look inside
TOPIC -- Collapse
From the inside I
Create a tension, vacuum,
That holds together
All that the world sees as me.
One day it will all collapse.
Topic: storm at sea
Calm blue slides and sinks
To plummet into the trough
Cruel, gnashing jaws
Eyes rage and drown all they see
The mind, like a wave, stands still
TOPIC -- leaves opening on trees
i come, go always
forget to watch life in-out
it is spring here now
cherry blossoms allover
let life blossom in me soft
topic : your mother
My mother abroad,
A Jekyll and Hyde woman.
I like this distance
That separates us from one
Another. It lets me breathe.
Topic: Pain
razors shoved up my
spine twist...and deaden, burn; they
numb my world. i fall.
demolition abounds - so
desolate where he once played.
yerch. i channeled my 26-year-old self there.
topic: healing
Unending cycle
Scratch the itch is all there is
Heal it up again
Taunting cancer deep inside
Won't heal into nice white lines
TOPIC -- forgetting
In her wheelchair
She asked me who I was. Where
Upstairs was. I do not try
To explain. I understand.
Forgetting is her illness.
Choking on a smile
Heart crushing in a vacuum
Perpetual descent
The one you love is not me
But I'll wear her mask for you
TOPIC -- deep water
spanish doubloons wink,
rooms invite, i wander in -
my tank is empty.
will i ever breathe again?
tears pour, old loves suffocate.
topic: flight
The metal bird soars,
Carrying me back homewards,
To my former life,
Nothing is the same anymore,
I can no longer fit in.
Topic: Change
you changed the topic
me thinking what to write
cursor not moving
oh life stops still sometimes
my roots replanted, fail
topic : soul
Hylozoism
Is what you might call world-soul.
but such soullessness!
To think of the unity
That connects you to killers
Topic: modern art
Shiney red rhino
Random placement, sans meaning
Stoic and static
I don't understand at all
These pompous pursuits in paint
TOPIC -- :banana:
I looked up skywards
Saw the solemn harvest moon
Move in the darkness
As if waltzing with the stars
Like a dancing banana
Topic Aerial Bombing
nice.
*s10cr
Good one, AP :nod:
There's life in this house,
Trembling like the thunder
Falling from the sky.
Short eulogy for the dead:
"The bad guys have parties, too."
TOPIC -- [as Al Franken:] L-L-LIES!
"The bad guys have parties, too"
There's the communist party,
And the nazi too.
True, but this isn't the haiku thread. ;)
Tanka topic is still LIES. (You don't have to do it as Al Franken. :p I just said it that way.)
buttercream-frosting-
words melt in their ears; lovers
coo new melodies.
who'd've known he'd be kissing
different mommas hi today?
(different pronounced difrent, lazy way i grew up.)
vineyards
Planted by the wall
the bitter grapes for sweet wine
need warmth and shelter.
Mother is resting near by
head turned towards the sun
sunglasses
i like that one, Isagel. :)
chrome and men destroy
[optic] nerves. i buy gucci,
dior, in sheer terror.
dollar store shades promise to
reveal my inner ostrich.
ice cream
Thank you! i liked the twist in the end of your haiku. Made me smile.
Hazelnut parfait
on her tounge melts to delight-
icecream alchemy
Words, cold, clumsy when I speak
From her mouth, her warmth flows sweet.
pearls
Not all waste products
Are wholly without value
Sometimes we don't see
The aesthetic in nature
That's hidden by the mundane
Topic: Europe
Wellspring of pilgrims
Victim of Oedipal scorn
Neon signs, old stone
Eating trends out of the hands
of its mutated child
(Sorry, didn't come out very flatteringly, did it? :()
TOPIC -- America
(oh, just go for it ;))
US like a cloudburst waits
For the perfect time
Days eat the seams of our lives
Life economic
Our fears make us weary, tired
We sleep alone with our dreams
Topic: tolerance
The rain has passed
We talk about the old times-
skinned head and hate
He says “I am free now and
it is so easy to breathe”
This midsummer I talked with an old friend. He has met a woman and he is in love. She is jewish. He told me what a relief it was to let go of his old intolerance. So, that is the reason for the poem.
Next topic - celebration